A rose on the elephant's head; such a fine way to conceal the web of deceit in which her thoughts have been tangled. Yes this is such a fine accessory to ensure no one would suspect her selfishness.
Resting in that prism; a population of magnificent reflections. Revealed in the diamond edges, ideas bounce from light. Contours are made home to ideas of crystal clarity when you hold your prism in the fullness of your hands.
I love your writing, I admire people who can just whip up poems and stuff. I cannot for the life of me
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